t a e h y u n g

"Omigosh hi!" Hoseok yelled swallowing me in a large hug. He smelt of peppermint and chocolate, with floppy mahogany hair. I then noticed the three boys behind him.

Hoseok, noticed me staring, and slowly stepped out of the way so I could fully check out the guys. Tall, tall.... short. Very, very short. The two tall ones had large smiles on their faces, standing closely together. Now, the shorter one had an angry expression, kind of soulless looking almost.

"Guys this is Taehyung!" He said pointing to me. "Now, introduce yourself guys!" Hoseok excitingly said.

The tallest one smiled, showing his bright white teeth, as his deep brown eyes crinkled in delight. "Hi there, I'm Jin! I'm, like, the coolest person on earth."

"Oh that's~"

"I disagree." The short one snorts.

Jin glares at him as the shorty just flipped him off. The other tall one spoke up. He had golden brown hair, with complimented his looks. "Hey, I'm Namjoon." He said chilly, sticking it out for me to shake.

I shook it, seeing as it was the kind thing to do.

I then turned to the black haired boy. Palest thing ever. Kind of like grocery store kid...

"And you are...?"

"Min Yoongi." Was all he said before turning away to face the other direction.

Well... that's, that's just rude.

"Come on Yoongi, be nice!" Hoseok scolded.

"But why?"

"Do it Yoon Yoon," Jin said teasingly.

Yoongis face turned to stone. His eyes, if it's possible, got colder. Life was not any where to be found. "I'm going to kill you Jin."

"Do it," He prompted.

"Not so fast," Namjoon interrupted, "Jinnie, you aren't going anywhere. And Yoongi, you're an ass."

Jin blushed, hiding his face in Namjoon shoulder.

And Yoongi, well, he smiled proudly. "Well, I'll be a good fucking ass." He then turned walking off, before yelling, "Get me black coffee Hobi!"

I watched as he sat down, intrigued by him. His hair was messy, but in an adorable sense. His attitude was almost unbearable, but for some reason I felt attached. There was something about him that made me wonder. Why so cold? If I could see into his heart, I wonder what would be there.

I let myself create his heart and what would be in there. I imagined a dark, brooding forest, covered by ice and snow. All the trees were dead, except this one. Large and beautiful it was, as it was covered in crisp white snow. I let myself imagine me walking around it, grazing the bark of the tree with my hand. And then I saw Yoongi on the other side, laying graciously in the snow, everything contradicting itself.

It looked...

"Taehyung! Sing please!" One of the workers form behind the counter yelled.

"On it!" I said eagerly, heading to the podium, and began to play.

n o p o v

Taehyung sang. And he sang beautifully. His voice had echoed off the walls of the small cafe, bringing it balance and warmness. Every once and a while, he'd steal glances at the four boys table, where a certain pale kid sat.

Yoongi, on the other hand, couldn't keep his eyes off the younger. The way his brown hair flopped, or the way his eyes twinkled when people clapped or gave him tips. How he sung, his deep voice sounded enchanting and sexy at the same time. The look of happiness gave him the feels.

Good or bad feels, he doesn't know.

He was baffled by this young boy. The familiarity of him confused him completely, leaving him to wonder,

Who was this cute happy boy?

And later on he'd find out.

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That's a wrap. And hopefully a good one.